First Snow Fall

‘I heard it’s lucky to kiss when the first snow falls.’

‘First snow? You know that it doesn’t snow in Chang An!’

‘If you love her, then chase her. Otherwise you will regret it in the end.’

I knew all too well.

I watched Han Jung Woong chase after the girl of his florets, so many winters had passed since then. Five, ten, fifteen winters flew by.

Chang An is the same as ever.

It is raining, the sky is sobbing.

I am reminded of him.

That evening, as I sit at our old playground, the first snow flutters gently to the ground.

I am reminded of him.

There is a pair of tiny footsteps in the snow.

I am reminded of him.

Chang An is the same as ever,

the snow missing a pair of boot imprints that have not yet returned.